We crossed to Building B in the open and had just reached it when an explosion to our left shook the place.
The back wall. Logan blew up the back wall.
Oh yeah, professionals.
We were literally rocking the place—down.
We ran to the opposite side of the explosion, to the parking facility, leaving behind the shouts of orders, barking dogs and more shouts.
Oh s**t, we were going to make it.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when the rhythm of the commotion behind us changed. Logan detached himself from the group, unhooked the remaining two grenades from around his waist, and threw them back.
Two booms, almost one, sounded behind us.
Good thinking, I thought. A smoke screen to help our escape.
About fifteen feet ahead, the parking facility. Rafael turned to the left, where the wa
